Many rivers to cross but I can't seem to find my way over. Wandering, I am lost as I travel along the white cliffs of Dover. Many rivers to cross and it's only my will that keeps me alive. I've been licked, washed up for years, and I merely survive because of my pride.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1015 | 2009-09-19 09:20:28 | 82.45 | |
| 834 | 2009-08-04 09:41:33 | 66.59 | |
| 822 | 2009-08-03 12:07:44 | 72.56 | |
| 751 | 2009-07-31 05:28:18 | 75.91 | |
| 497 | 2009-07-17 04:13:33 | 72.90 |